Rob Berretta

Julie's Gone to Paris

Rob Berretta


She grew up in Dallas too steeped in Texas swing

Now Julie’s gone to Paris to find out everything

She went there once and fell hard, and knew she’d soon return

She’s picked out her arrondisement with confidence to burn



Go on and chase your fantasy, just go for the cliché

Don’t compromise beginnings, this is the time to seize the day


So Julie left her first job, her family and her friends

Was this a good decision? I guess it all depends

‘Cause here I am in Dallas, more bubba than Balzac

Trying to find some clever way to get my girlfriend back



Her life is so enchantée, she’s très Parisienne

Dancing  toutes les  soirées with older, foreign men

But surely she’ll get lonely by the time I’ve followed there

Ah, who am I kidding? I haven’t got a prayer


I know you’ve moved on from me, and the French have their charms

But how can I let you go, when you should be here in my arms?


Julie’s gone to Paris, in Paris she will stay

Though odds are stacked against me I’m going anyway

I’ve got to keep believing that there’s a shred of hope

I owe it to my feisty heart that doesn’t beat to mope



Julie’s gone to Paris to find out everything

Julie’s gone to Paris


© 2012 Rob Berretta